Friday, July 29, 2005

The kid finally pitched well on the road, holding the Yankees to one earned run over six and a third on just six hits and two walks, while striking out five. The offense actually showed up for an inning, as Anderson and Bengie hit home runs that accounted for three. An RBI ground out by Rivera and solo shot from Tino completed the scoring.

Big win against a team that the Angels have really seemed to handle over the years. After the debacle of the last three nights, it was very important to get off to a good start this weekend. Santana has won his last three starts, and four of his last five. He's making it easier for the Angels to figure out that they don't need another arm, especially if it comes at the expense of picking up another bat. The guy's a fifth starter right now, and he's giving them what you'd expect out of a fifth starter, which is something near a .500 performance given normal run support. Unless they just get overwhelmed by an offer, they shouldn't deal for another arm, unless it's for the pen and it comes cheap.

Still working on packing up the apartment in preparation for the movers tomorrow. The day off from work was very nice.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

The root word of "catcher" is catch. For the second night in a row, the Angels lose a game because the person playing the one position on the field whose name comes from the word "catch" has failed to actually catch the ball. Last night it was Bengie, who admittedly, couldn't handle a tough pitch in the dirt, but his defense has been so piss poor this year that I refuse to give him the benefit of the doubt. Tonight it was because Jose couldn't catch a pitch that was essentially a strike (despite what Rapuano thinks he saw). Pathetic.

Folks, when things aren't going your way, they just aren't going your way. Take my post from yesterday, for example. Pretty much everything bad or stressful that could be happening to me right now is in fact happening. And it doesn't appear to be any different for the Angels.

I said on a couple of message boards after Frankie that if the Angels could hold the Jays scoreless for another nine innings, they just may score again. Guess I was wrong.

Wow. This team really sucks. Or at least the offense and defense do. The pitching is still good, I guess.

Moving this weekend, so the posting will be hit and miss. Mostly miss.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

I'm working on a project that has absolutely zero chance of making its deadline. I'm missing out on the one and only worthwhile outing that my firm puts on all year tomorrow so that I can be the only person who gets to stay in the office and work on it. I have an apartment that's still completely full of a bunch of crap, and it all needs to be out by Sunday at noon. And to top it all off, the Angels are really crappy.

Monday, July 25, 2005

I know, I know, I'm totally slacking. Super busy lately, what with a ton of crap going on at work, the wedding last weekend, moving this weekend, etc. Now with the Angels on th e East Coast, my ability to see entire games will be challenged greatly. I'll do my best. That's how much you all mean to me....*sniff*

Happy anniversary to Matt and his wife Emmanuelle, neither of whom I've ever met, but about whom I've read a fair amount. Sorry about the puking incident, though.

It could be worse. Two weeks ago at my buddy's bachelor party, the best man got so sick that he was forced to leave early and had to be picked up by his mother. That's something you never live down. He blames the Bubba Burgers, but hey, nobody else got sick. I'm guessing it's gotta be a pretty humbling experience to ask the stripper, who was in the process of giving him a lap dance, where the bathroom is. One of the other groomsman has termed the illness "stripapukalikis", which I mention only because he's a teacher, he's bored, and he'll probably google that term at some point. Hope I spelled it right, Po.